On the train poem

I didn't rite a poem
I thought that you were bored
But now that you want one
How my heart has soared

Shall I rite about the train
And of my little trip
Or shall I be all arty
And rite something really hip

Or maybe just a love poem
But valentines has gone
Let's see how many to rite to
Er yes oh right just none

So I rite a rustic poem
About the country fair
As it flashes by the window
Look there and there and there

I'll rite about the cows and sheep
And all that rustic stuff
And rabbits in the greeny fields
Little grey balls of fluff

I bet with all this riting
You really are quite bored
But really rustic poems
I'm not a poetic fraud.

Sent from my iPhone